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fyeahgoodomensocs · 9 months

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Hi! Welcome to fyeahgoodomensocs, although not in a bookshop in Soho, our owner (@come-along-pond) lives close enough to provide a place to show off your ocs and their stories relating to the Good Omens universe.

We are tracking the tag #fyeahgoodomensocs and aim to reblog every post we can. This includes anything relating to an OC, writing, edits, information posts, asks, etc.

If you create a poll relating to your OCs, feel free to tag us (@fyeahgoodomensocs) and we will vote and reblog the poll asap!

We really hope to see more ocs appear, especially with the release of season 2! We appreciate reblogs to get the word out!

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come-along-pond · 8 months

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Re-Introducing Viviana, Life itself in ‘From Eden’ staring Olivia Cooke.

Before the creation of the Earth, God created Viviana, a being a pure life who helped create the world, the angels joked that they were her assistant, creating life just as God could.

Viviana was sent to Eden, to maintain life on earth, to keep the peace, to create an apple tree where the apples could never be eaten (pointless if you asked Viviana).

While wondering the garden, she meets the angel Aziraphale, and annoys him as much as she can, it’s boring creating life all the time. When Adam and Eve leave, she watches, and the snake she told to piss off turns out to be a demon, Crowley.

Over the years on earth, Viviana builds a friendship with Aziraphale and Crowley, and perhaps something more. Viviana watches humans tear each other apart, watches then start war after war, killing each other. Viv wasn’t in charge of death.

It ruins her, watching creations die, watching the peace break bit by bit. She couldn’t help the love she held for the human race though, she helped create them, but they’d evolved, into something much different to her.

Oh well, at least she had wine. She’d created it you know? Now she runs an international business, based in Soho and runs a small wine bar, Crowley would forever love her for that.

Armageddon is coming, and Viviana would be tempted to let the world burn if it didn’t risk her and her best friend’s lives.

If there was no Earth, where would she go? Would she survive?

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staff · 6 months

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Tumblr Tuesday: WooOOooOOOOhh!

Happy Halloween, Tumblr. We hope everyone is enjoying trick-or-treating and all the cursed images you're sending each other. From cute to creepy via weird and wonderful, here's a selection of Halloween art from your very own #Artists on Tumblr.

@ambermaitrejean:

@myjetpack:

@celesse:

@gleafer:

@valeron99:

@bymossypine:

@kellkyy:

@nynevefromthelake:

@itscarliart:

@cupofmin:

@owlyjules:

@the-deadly-donut:

@enerjax:

@passionpeachy:

@z0mbieparty:

@monstersovka:

@torigatonda:

@oddarette:

@lizmamont:

@butt-berry:

@zandramims:

@cyanocittae:

#halloween art #artists on tumblr #original art #fanart #good omens #the sandman #dreamling #fnaf #the mandalorian #grogu #welcome home #dnd #character design #cryptids #pokémon #gif #long post

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chernozemm · 25 days

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@eybefioro left this breathtaking comment on my ao3 and it just tugged at my heart strings. funnily, it immediately transported me back to the summer when i was like 12 and talking to my best friends about Stuff I've Seen and saying "it looks like they're in pain but i swear they're enjoying it".

guess that impression never left me ahaha. i adore drawing people lost in the throes of pleasure and to me, yes, that includes the lip-curl, the teeth grinding, as @zehwulf very evocatively uses in their writing, the rictus. that phrasing really stayed with me. (they are also to blame for the little canine aziraphale always sports, i just cant find the fic to prove it).

so, i dipped deep into my files and pulled up some of my favourite faces since since 2014. flushed and sweaty and satisfied. i hope you enjoy <3

#myart #good omens #original characters #stucky

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kurbis13 · 3 months

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I WAS DONT POSTED MY ARTS IN TUMBLR SO LONG sorry I draw rarely now

It’s art for my super-best-friend!!!

Just see they came out is cute I really like paint in this cartoon style and I love so smiley angel Crowley

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u3pxx · 4 months

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it may have taken a few months adsfgsh orz but BAM! finally got around to drawing the doodles i owe from when i asked if y'all could draw me my bomens sillies 🥺

thank y'all for drawing them when i couldn't! <3 the doodles y'all did gave me such good, good feelings when i was stuck doing exams back then pftt <333

and lastly, not a doodle request but a question: what vehicle does aziraphale have? answer: it's an old, sturdy bike with a sidecar attached to it (thank you crowley) yes, it still runs at the same speed the bentley does, aziraphale is just a maniac with those pedals DFGHDJ

@willowfernn - zephiel and roxiflr @droughtuponye - franziska in incognito @magicmarkerz - miles maitland @hamletisintown - diona @blackcatarts - megaera @autocorrection - erin @dyingbluerose - what kind of vehicle does aziraphale have?

#ace attorney #franziska von karma #den's bad omens #ocs #original characters #good omens oc #sunnysidedoodles #sunnysidedraws #THANK YALL AGAIN MUAH!!!!!!!!!#i still have one left with the clotheswap thing. dw ill get to it dfgdhd orz #described #id in alt text #sunnysideomens

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vavoom-sorted-art · 20 days

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Astrobleme - Varachiel Character Design!

In between chapters, let me share this little concept art I did of Varachiel, Commander of the Heavenly Sentinels.

Sheets like this help us draw characters consistently over several pages, which is especially important if multiple artists are working together on the same project!

(though I should have probably drawn a back view, too.)

#astroblemecomic #good omens #good omens oc #OC #original character #good omens angels #vavoomart #character design #art #concept art #good omens fanart #goodomens

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fandumb-thoughts · 2 months

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“What did you do?” Adam asked.

Cain—his first born, the first ever born—looked at him with eyes wide and terrified. Adam’s eyes, Eve would say, the same brown of rich, rain-watered soil.

“I don’t know,” Cain said. “I don’t- Dad, I don’t know. Why won’t he wake up?”

Cain’s lip trembled, hands clasped tightly together, tears welling and falling in great fat drops. He was still so young, younger than Adam had ever been. His knees were knobbly and his wrists thin and he barely came up to Adam’s chin. Big enough to work, to till the fields and pull the weeds and harvest the crops, but small enough to curl tight in his mother’s arms when lightning cracked the sky.

On the ground was Abel, even younger yet. He tended the flocks and kept watch for anything that might want to harm them. He was good with them—gentler than Adam understood, though Eve told him to let him be. Even now several sheep creeped closer, braying nervously at the sharp scent of iron.

Abel was still shorter than Eve. He had a gap in the far back of his mouth where the last of his molars had popped out only a handful of days before. He had freckles that showed up in the summer sun, as if he had grown them there, all over his face and shoulders and arms.

“Dad, what do I do? What can I-?”

Abel’s eyes were open, looking to the sky that they so resembled, but they didn’t see anything. Somehow, Adam knew. Abel wouldn’t see anything ever again.

Adam hadn’t known that they could die. Humans, that was. Adam hadn’t known that Humans could die. How could he?

He’d suspected, of course. He bled when he was cut just like the animals he’d learned to butcher for their fat and meat and skin. He grew weak when they had little food to come by, they all had fallen ill a time or two, he’d watched as Eve lost what would have, otherwise, turned into a child. It wasn’t a shocking conclusion to reach, but he’d never known for certain. Not like he did now.

Adam fell to his knees, hands helplessly cradling Abel’s face. His son, his body, his baby-

There was so much blood, comign from the cracked-open place in Abel’s brown hair. It dyed his curls slick black, spilling down his neck. The soil was covered in it. This place would be stained for days—weeks, maybe even months—just as the place they slaughtered the livestock was marked as a place of death.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry.” Cain was sobbing, hiccuping over his words and gasping for breath.

Adam’s vision was blurring as his own tears came. Abel’s face felt rubbery and wrong underneath his hands. Lifeless.

This was wrong. This shouldn’t have happened. This should never happen. Abel was so young, had so much more to live. He would keep growing—maybe until he was taller than not only his mother but Adam too—and he would continue to tend the flocks like personally tending to the lambs that fell ill with sudden weakness and some day he would have his own children because that’s how it worked, how God had told them it worked and He never lied.

“D-Dad, say something, please. Daddy, say something!”

Cain was his son, too. The first Human ever born when Adam and Eve still struggled to provide even the most basic needs for themselves. He was a good boy—always so helpful, always so smart. He knew when food ran low, when the well pulled up dry, when the hearth burnt out, that it wasn’t easily fixed and so he didn’t complain and tried his hardest to make it better, somehow. He was a good son.

So why had he done this?

“What happened?” Adam asked, still looking at those glassy blue eyes.

“I-” Cain stuttered, like he didn’t expect to be asked. “We went to bring out sacrifices to God. I brought what extra I had grown and Abel slaughtered a goat—the little one, with the limp. God accepted the goat but He…He said I was to do better.”

God was like that sometimes, Adam knew. He didn’t know why, maybe He just liked meat better than grains and fruit.

Each time they had to butcher even a chicken Abel got—had gotten—upset. When they slaughtered the goats and sheep and cattle he always cried, but they needed to eat and God needed to be praised and worshiped.

“He- He always says that, but I give Him everything. I’ve always set aside the sweetest fruit, the finest wheat, the very best of the lot. I make sure to give Him everything Mom thinks we can spare—sometimes even more because I don’t want to disappoint Him.”

Cain sounded desperate. Like he needed Adam to understand.

“What happened?” Adam repeated. His voice thundered, and he saw Cain’s feet stumble back. Some part of Adam was distraught at having incited such a fearful reaction, but some other part nearly reveled in it.

“I was just so angry,” Cain said, sounding miserable and defeated and small. “It isn’t fair Abel is always getting praised when he’s choosing the weakest and worst of what he has. I didn’t…I wanted him to hurt but not this badly.”

“Wasn’t,” Adam said.

He was shaking, but not from cold or fear. Rage coursed through him like it never had before—not even when Lilith left him, or when he’d bitten into the Fruit and understand what they had just been tricked into doing, or when God had cast them from Eden.

“What?” Cain asked. He still sounded so small, like he was Seth’s age instead of nearly fifteen. Maybe even younger than that.

“It wasn’t fair. Abel was getting praised.”

“No! No, Dad, he isn’t- I didn’t-”

He understood what he’d done. He probably had since the very start, or close to it. He was never stupid.

“He is,” Adam said, and finally looked at Cain.

Cain looked lost. Frightened, in many ways, like every single thing he knew had been upended and scattered. Adam…couldn’t feel much of anything.

“He can’t be,” Cain said, a plea like a prayer. “I didn’t mean it.”

“He is. He’s dead. You killed him.”

“No,” Cain wept. “No!”

Adam was standing. His hands were covered in his son’s blood, his son who lay dead on the ground at his feet. Cain shrank away from him, like-

Like he was afraid Adam might kill him.

“Leave,” Adam said.

Cain sobbed. “No, Daddy, please- I didn’t know! I didn’t know!”

“Leave!” Adam shouted. “You killed him! Get away from here, get out!”

Cain tripped over his feet, scrapped a knee and both palms in the dirt. And then he ran.

Adam watched until he left the field they had tended together, that Adam had first sowed when Cain was first learning to wobble on chubby legs. He watched as he tore through the brush and sharp brushes, until he lost sight of his hair and brown tunic, until he couldn’t hear him in the forest. He stayed there, staring off into the space where he had gone, until a small lamb brayed near his feet.

The creature had crept closer to him and its fallen favorite master. It bleated at the boy crumpled to the earth, clean white wool coming nearer and nearer to being stained by the blood congealing in Abel’s clothes.

“Fuck,” Adam said. His boy—his boys. Cain and Abel, the first two and then only two for several grueling years. One always coming right after the other.

Hadn’t Eve seen this coming? Had a dream so terrible it woke her in the night with a start so strong it had woken Adam, too? She’d begged him to help them, their two eldest children, to prevent the animosity she knew was brewing.

Adam hadn’t believed her, not really. The boys adored each other, it was plain as day to see. Still, she had insisted and it wasn’t that bad of an idea to separate their area of work. Perhaps it would be best, in the long run, for Cain to know as much as he could about farming the earth and for Abel to know how best to tend to their animals. A downright practicality. Up until this moment, had Eve come to him again with her concerns, he didn't think he would have believed it.

Even now, even after all this…he couldn’t actually believe that the two hated each other. Certainly not their sweet, gentle Abel and their thoughtful, dedicated Cain. Not when the roughest tumble they’d gotten into before had only resulted in bruises because they’d accidentally fallen from the river bank they’d been walking near. Not when Adam had watched Cain rise from the bed he and Abel shared with their youngest brother, delicately extracting himself from the tangle of limbs so as to not wake the others, only this morning.

“Fuck!” Adam yelled, tears falling hot and fast.

It was frighteningly easy to gather Abel into his arms. To carry his limp little body back to the house—back to his bed, his mother, their hearth.

“Adam?” came Eve, as he entered their little yard. “What- no, no!”

She must’ve thought he was carrying something else, at least for a moment, but the instant she realized her scream was shrill enough to send the chickens flying to the trees.

“No, no, my baby, my baby,” she cried, running to Adam as if she could take the weight all unto herself. “No, please, this can’t- oh!”

From where Eve had come was Seth, only seven and still little enough to cling to his mother’s legs when uncertain. He looked very much like he would like to do just that, now, old enough to understand that he wouldn’t be able to. Not when Eve wept as she did, not when Adam’s face was wet, not when Abel was limp and Cain was nowhere to be found.

Eve crumpled to her knees, taking Adam down with her. Her arms crossed beneath his. Between them they cradled Abel, so small and so young and so very dead.

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A/N: Full disclaimer I did in fact write this because I watched Hazbin Hotel. Yes, it did surprise me that such a stupid little show (that I have semi-complicated opinions about but did enjoy watching) inspired something like this. I don't think it's strongly related to Hazbin Hotel in any way, though it could be if I was actually interested in expanding it (and I'm not really). There is non-negligible impact from Supernatural and Good Omens in this as well.

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fyeahgoodomensocs · 9 months

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Hey!

In an attempt to stir up creations and inspiration in the fandom, we were wondering if people would be interested in a Good Omens themed OC challenge? Similar to what @oc-challenges does.

It’d be a week of prompts for your OCs and you could fulfil the prompts however you like, with edits, writing, drawings etc.

#fyeahgoodomensocs #good omens ocs #good omens original characters #allaboutocs #ocappreciation #ocapp #oc hub #admin: poppy

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come-along-pond · 8 months

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Could you tell me more about your role reversal AU? How did Aziraphale fall? How did the situation in the Garden of Eden play out? How did they meet Viviana/Gaia? (I love the name by the way, I'm always a sucker for Greek myth names)

Okay! So!

In both my canon, and my au, Viviana is only created a few weeks before the beginning, God personally creates her for the earth, she is the first thought of earth. She is life on earth, hence her name.

So, you have to understand a bit about OG Viv first, she’s been on earth since it’s creation and talks to Aziraphale a lot in Eden, ‘distracting’ him. She meets Crowley in his snake form and tells him to go away lol, cos he’s blocking her view of the river. Then they properly meet on the wall.

AU time!

Viv is now called Gaia because @purpleyearning recommend it as a name, so i thought perfect name for an au.

I like the think that really Aziraphale’s fall from heaven was one big misunderstanding (in his words).

While Crowley “sauntered vaguely downwards”, Aziraphale tripped and crashed. and burnt. I don’t have a specific event in mind but anyway his animal is a black swan because

“It symbolizes transformation, death, and rebirth. The black swan is also a reminder that we must go through the dark night of the soul before we can emerge into the light. The black swan is a symbol of hope.”

And i think that really sums up my ideas for Demon! Aziraphale, he’s kind, but tired, a demon, who was once an angel.

Anyway, Angel Crowley is just Crowley 😭. he’s always been kind, always liked animals, always loved the starts.

Gaia meets Crowley when doing some sneaking about heaven so she could see the ‘sparkly things’, and she meets Aziraphale in the Garden when she complains to the swan that it was ridiculous for her to make edible food, but not have people eat it, so he very innocently goes “you eat it,”

and she does. and then Eve sees and copies. so really, Aziraphale tempts Gaia who tempts Eve.

They tell this to Crowley who CACKLES.

Aziraphale still has his book shop, just not acquired totally legally, Crowley has his car, which has a sun roof now to see the stars. Crowley’s plants are loved, but he has one that keeps dying and Gaia can’t bring it back.

Anyway, Gaia’s transformation into death goes a bit like this.

she still creates as life, but in this universe she becomes fed up with humanity rather quickly, and notices her hair is darkening, so she hides it from her *cough* partners *cough*!best friends, and she also keeps seeing death around the place, and all her plants are dying, and she’s so scared,

“i think— i think this is my version of falling”.

she seals her fate by creating a pomegranate tree in her sleep.

OG post: https://www.tumblr.com/come-along-pond/726363064952340480/qocc-oc-challenge-day-three-august-22nd

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petrichorsweaters · 21 days

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Hey!!

Do you like Good Omens and A Court Of Thorns And Roses?

Then you may just like my book that I'm currently writing, Petrichor! The first in a series that will take you through realms and universes you may be familiar with the name of, but never would have imagined!

Follow Cheshire, a stoic Angel of Justice, as she's thrust into a conspiracy to start the War between Heaven and Hell before the Apocalypse is supposed to begin while trying to clear her name of a crime she didn't commit. Excommunicated from Heaven, but not Fallen, will she survive the forces in the shadows forming this plot? And if she does, will she be able to find the true perpetrator of the crime in time to save the Earth from sure destruction? Unsure of who her allies are and who her enemy is, she will question everything she's ever known as her reality turns upside down.

Updates may be slow, as Life Happens, and I am Just A Girl. But feel free to ask me any questions you may have in my ask box!!

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berrypaints · 7 months

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Aziraphale portrait painting study from the Shakespearean Era 😇🎨 ~ I’ll set up a print shop soon where he’ll be available to buy ~ Painting him makes me happy 😊

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cirrus-grey · 9 months

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After having some time to think about it, I actually can imagine a universe where Book!Aziraphale goes along with the Metatron’s plan. Except, instead of being "Oh wow, I get to go back to heaven and Crowley can come with me??" it would have to be under the tacit understanding that "five minutes ago we were going to erase you from existence, and now we're offering you a job as an archangel, isn't it wonderful how quickly one's fortunes can change?" is a threat so thinly veiled as to be nearly transparent.

In those circumstances, his plea to Crowley would be less "but you could be redeemed!" and more "I'm going to need an ally, and you're the only one I can trust," and Crowley’s response would have to fall closer to "you think you're in danger? If I put one toe out of line up there I'm sure there are a hundred angels who'd be delighted to turn me into a former-demon shish kebab on one of those flaming swords your lot are so fond of."

There probably wouldn't be a kiss, in this version. But if there was, it would an "I love you," and "I'll miss you," and "please, whatever happens, stay safe," rather than that angsty, angry, and bitter mess from the show.

The dancers would all be following the same steps, but they'd be moving to a very different tune.

#dont mind me im just working out my own personal character analyses through the vehicle of almost-fic #good omens #good omens tv #book omens #good omens spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #the metatron #the cosmic megatron #ineffable husbands #my good omens stuff #original post

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